Fenway Park
RIght after the Red Sox won the first game of the double-header we got into the car and drove up to Boston to take in Game #2 in person. On our way through Cambridge, our old stomping grounds which we still miss greatly, we drove by the greatest bookstore on the planet: Barefoot Books. Too bad we didn't have time to go in, but we probably saved a lot of money by avoiding it!

Ah, Fenway... Our seats were a bit higher and a bit to the right (and by bit, I mean bit. This was, essentially, our view). At the bottom of this section (at the end of the stairs) and in the first seat to the right, note the woman in the plaid shirt. That's Nancy. She's had season tickets to the Red Sox since 1976. She sometimes offers up her second seat and I've gone to a number of games with her over the years. She's got great stories to tell about the Sox and the people around them and I always enjoy a chance to chat with her. Ann and I stopped by to say hello as we always do when we visit Fenway park.

Fenway Park: where the smokers smoke under the no smoking signs and people stand in the no standing zones. Gotta love it!

The view from the box seats down front. One day when I have enough disposable income, I'll get seats down here... Shea Hillenbrand is at bat.

I don't know if these pictures convey how beautiful and wonderful Fenway Park is, but it truly is a magic place. A Baseball Cathedral.
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The Heat Wave from Hell
What else do you do on a hot day? Give the hose to Jack and run!

Jack hot and sweaty playing lazily with a toy train in his playpen. (He's such a good kid. He's perfectly capable of climbing out but he doesn't. He respects that sometimes we just need him to stay put when at Nana and Grandpa's even though he has no playpen at home.)

Today is supposed to be the worst of it and then we move out of it into 70s and 80s. Ugh. Last night was just awful. We checked Jack at 2AM and he was so hot we took off his top, gave him fresh, cold juice, and moved the fan to point directly at him. That helped. But we were still very worried last night. We knew how awful we felt and they say the "very young" are especially succeptible. I don't know if 28 months is the "very young" but we were worried all the same.   7:55:46 AM